Chapter 291 Like

When Song Lubai arrived home, Wei Yang had not only cooked the tofu, but also mixed two cucumbers.

When the three children saw her return, they couldn't wait to say, "Auntie, dinner's ready!"

Remembering what Miao Feng had just said, Song Lubai glanced at Wei Yang, who was handing her chopsticks and steamed buns.

She thought to herself that Wei Yang had simply done what every woman in every household would do, and in other people's eyes he was almost becoming a model of a good man.

Women who take care of their families every day not only have to work, but also have to do housework. Every woman should be called a role model among people!

When you put the tofu in your mouth, the outer skin is crispy and the inside is a bit tough, but the garlic flavor is strong and the saltiness is just right.

Seeing Wei Yang's expectant look, Song Lubai said, "I didn't expect you to be so good at frying tofu."

She wants her cooking to be praised for being delicious.

Chen Jingwen said, "I asked my uncle to add garlic, otherwise it wouldn't taste this good."

Wei Yang glanced at the kid and said, "Then you can cook next time."

Chen Jingwen objected, grinning shamelessly, "Your uncle and aunt cook better. You guys are the better cooks."

Although I ate beef a few days ago, today's tofu is just as delicious as the meat.

Wei Yang was very happy to be praised by his wife.

Although he hasn't been living with his wife for very long, he is very satisfied with his current life.

After work, he longs to go home, and he enjoys cooking.

The plates were emptied, and the child washed all the pots and pans.

Wei Yang cut another watermelon, ate a few bites, washed his face, and left.

After finishing her work in the morning, Song Lubai could sleep from noon until five or six in the afternoon before going to the supply and marketing cooperative.

When she woke up in the afternoon, she cut the old, clean bed sheet in half, went out to borrow some tools, and nailed it to the wall next to the bed.

She likes to toss and turn in her sleep, causing the newspapers stuck to the wall to bulge out and make a noise when touched, which greatly affects her sleep quality.

After looking around the room, she felt that a curtain should be put up in the middle of the room.

There were no curtains; once the door was opened, the entire room was exposed, and the bed was clearly visible, with absolutely no privacy.

With nothing much to do in the afternoon, she bought a pound of mung beans at the supply and marketing cooperative and strolled back with Chen Dongyang.

A crowd gathered in front of Old Li's house.

The wall around Old Li's house is almost finished. The staff from the group came to measure it and stipulated that the walls to be built later must be the same length as Old Li's, neither too short nor too long. The distance between the yard and the house must be a few meters. The reeds and weeds around each household must be cleared away.

If the troupe builds houses in the future, no one can stop them; everyone must cooperate with the troupe's work.

After the group left, the neighbors all had smiles on their faces.

Everyone remembers the scene at the entrance of the government office this morning; the regimental commander's heroic figure was witnessed by many.

Song Lubai was surrounded by everyone. Five out of ten sentences they said were praising Wei Yang, and the other five were about how everyone was willing to help build a wall in her house.

Song Lubai bought mung beans for the purpose of building a wall.

Building a wall requires hauling soil, mixing mud, piling it up, and leveling it—it's quite a lot of work. You can't afford to invite people over for a meal, but you can cook some mung bean soup for everyone to drink, and it can also help cool you down in the summer heat.

Song Lubai asked Aunt Lu next door, "When are you going to build your wall? After yours is finished, I'll start mine. We can share a wall, which will save us time."

Although the two families are neighbors, their houses are not next to each other, and there is an open space five or six meters away between them. They share a wall, so the yard can be enclosed a little larger.

Aunt Lu said, "I'll start building my house after the other families finish building and they have more manpower."

The courtyard wall was built by the men from each family working together, so the pace couldn't be rushed.

This wait lasted for more than half a month.

The grass near their house was cleared by Chen Shaohua and his brother, and the walls of several houses near Old Li's house were also built.

It has been twenty-three days since Wei Zhao returned to the capital, and there has been no news of him since.

Wei Yang is so busy every day that he barely has time to rest.

Settling educated youth and preventing them from causing trouble; inspecting the companies and supervising the autumn harvest; visiting all the companies with the water conservancy personnel; leading the armed forces department on field training exercises…

Although I was tired, I felt very fulfilled.

Since Li Changgui was punished, his influence in the regiment has increased significantly, and he can carry out orders smoothly. He has been quite happy these days.

For half of the past two weeks, Wei Yang didn't sleep at home, and Song Lubai had to sleep with Chen Dongyang at night.

Before dark, Song Lubai had arranged with her neighbors to help build a wall for her house the next day. She had just entered the house and lit a candle when Wei Yang returned, looking travel-worn.

"Have you eaten? There's mung bean soup and cornbread in the pot. I'll stir-fry some potatoes for you."

Wei Yang shook the dirt off his clothes at the door and turned around to say, "No need to trouble yourself, I've already eaten."

Although he had already eaten, Song Lubai still served him a bowl of mung bean soup.

"My neighbors will come to help build the wall tomorrow. Once the wall is finished, I'll have to build a new stove in the yard. I'll be cooking at the door every day, and everyone can see exactly what I'm cooking in the pot. It'll be really uncomfortable."

Wei Yang nodded, "Okay, I'll try to come back early tomorrow to help."

"This pot of mung bean soup is for the people who do the work. Since you don't like sweet things, I won't add sugar for you. I'll add some sugar to the pot tomorrow."

Wei Yang fetched water, went inside, closed the door, and took off his shirt, revealing his muscular upper body.

"I love sweets, add more sugar to my food."

As he wrung out the towel, the muscles in his arms bulged, and the grooves above his waist and abdomen became more pronounced, making him look very powerful.

Song Lubai glanced at him twice, afraid he would notice, and didn't dare to look again. She asked with a shifty gaze, "Don't you dislike sweets?"

Wei Yang laughed and said, "I was lying to you before, I do love sweets."

He used to give her canned goods, candy, and chocolate, but he was afraid she wouldn't accept them, so he said he didn't like sweets.

Song Lubai thought of this and smiled, pursing her lips.

Seeing that her face was slightly flushed, he deliberately walked closer, lowered his head and said, "Go and coax Dongyang to sleep, then come back in a little while."

Even though he used cold water, the steam rising from his body was so hot that it bothered her.

Song Lubai left feeling uneasy. Given the less-than-pleasant memories of that night, she felt a bit resistant, yet strangely, a sense of anticipation also arose within her.

Children who haven't stayed up all night are less afraid when adults are around, and they fall asleep very quickly.

Chen Dongyang was asleep, while Song Lubai sat on the edge of the bed, fidgeting and not moving.

Since there was no shower inside, Wei Yang roughly washed himself once, then carried the basin to the back of the house and rinsed himself again from head to toe.

The doctor said that if a man is hygienic, his wife won't have all sorts of minor health problems.

After taking a shower and returning to the house, he found that his wife had not yet come back. He soaked his dirty clothes in a basin, drank the mung bean soup in one gulp, wrung out the clothes, and hung them on the line.

There was still no response from next door, so Wei Yang had no choice but to knock on the window.

Song Lubai knew she couldn't delay any longer, so she slowly got up.

The candles in the room had long since gone out. As soon as she entered the room, Wei Yang locked the door from the inside, then picked her up and carried her to the bed.

Song Lubai thought he looked exactly like a bandit, so she slapped him on the back, but the force was no different from tickling.

After putting her down, he kissed her fiercely and intensely…